The four Cerebrates trembled uncontrollably as the bloodline raging within their bodies suppressed them. Ye Luo gently extended his right hand, and the crystal floating above his head—the crystal that had locked onto his soul and prevented him from shifting away—actually flew obediently into his hand.
"H-how is that possible?!" Kuwait's eyes were bloodshot. It was as though he were being crushed beneath gravity amplified a thousandfold; even standing was incomparably difficult. His legs bent and trembled, and the pressure from his soul made his body want to kneel. Yet he resisted through sheer force of will. The crystal he had obtained, which had nearly run out of energy and had only recovered after absorbing so many of his mineral veins and vast amounts of psionic energy, was now wagging itself before Ye Luo like a pet. Kuwait nearly had the urge to cough up blood.
Ye Luo studied the crystal in his hand with an amazed gaze. Then he raised it and viciously smashed it against the broken sword in his hand. With a crisp clang, the crystal actually fused into the broken sword. At the point where the hilt met the blade, a purple crystal emerged.
The crystal emitted an enchanting purple radiance. There was something bewitching about that light; stare at it for too long, and it felt as though one's entire being would be drawn into it.
Ye Luo raised the longsword and admired it repeatedly before his eyes, genuine admiration on his face. "I was wondering why the Zerg Overmind's weapon looked so ordinary. So besides the blade itself, it has three embedded crystals!" As the purple crystal fused in, several simple patterns appeared on the blade. Like the finishing touch to a dragon's painting, the crystal instantly made the entire broken sword far more